User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Assassins Refuge/@comment-1298206-20110817204240

Abscon turns and puts his bow away, disliking being fretted over "I'm fine."

''The weasel snarls as he heads back to where the four guards were. He comes to a sudden realization before he walks into view'' "This could be my chance to become free! Now all I have to do is wait for them to start looking for me. With luck, they'll encounter those creatures I met back there and be slain by them."